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December 11, 2007
Itís going to be a long winter, she thinks, trudging through the heavy snow with her little black dog, who leaps merrily into the drifts. Itís already been snowing for a month, and itís not even Christmas yet. She hasnít made or sent cards this year, and her house is undecorated. She doesnít feel festive. Itís as if itís winter in her heart as well as outside. Passing her former neighborís apartment, now dark and empty, she misses the life and brightness that used to always be there, a haven from the storm. She turns homeward, into the cold wind.